For Our Country

Glorious
The kings treacherous
Invincible vikings
Feel the ground burning

Bless us, mankind
Blood spilled for victory
In winter those soldiers died
On motherland they kneeled

When hearts go weary
Ill and rotten within
The powerful will speak
And we’ll march forward
With a desperate battlecry

In order to protect
One will slay
They hereby declare
By and by we always pay

Do not think too much of it
We’re at the bottom of the caste
Whom nobody will hear
Whose arrows are handmade

Disposable
The people subservient
Invisible suffering
Feel the earth crying

Our Nation, Our History, Our Stories

We realize
that with our mouths sealed
eyes shut and no belief
we wouldn’t stand a chance
so we grew braver
whisper comfort to the frightened
hold the hands of those who are fallen
We are shaped by many stories
colored by pain and grief
but the universe sing to us
when we rise

This is a story of a young dreamer
a lost seeker
a curious believer
a mourning father
a lonely sister

from a dream
into a word
from the bottom of the pit
to the dome that shields a better world

the doctors
soldiers who weep
the builders
preachers who pray in tears
the writers
teachers who never sleep
the leaders
children who laugh lightly

With our weary feet
we create history
From the land of poverty
to the nation of prosperity

The Last of Them

An owl observing the night

White feathers blended well with the snow

Unspoken and unheard desires

The cracks on wheel of time have made a hole


Sealed lips and clenched jaws

Distorted memories creating invisible scars

Buried hidden are emotions raw

Broken legacies have left them numb


No more good fortune for the rotten souls

It’s too late anyway

Stains of crimson colored the thick snow

No more hope anyway


Once an empire now a ruin

History kept inside the remaining minds

Dead dreams creating scars deep

Nocturnal creatures taking over the last light

Follow

A white dress I’m wearing
Through a dark corridor I’m walking
With only a candle to light my path
On the sides are paintings that seal history

Is it a dream?
No don’t close your eyes
There, towards the tiny glint
Trust your feet to be your guide

I hear whispers from inside the walls
They’re telling me to go back

No, don’t listen and ignore
Grab your faith and don’t go back

Should I follow?
Yes, follow

The whispers, they’re deafening
They’re warning me

The warnings are the monsters
They’re meant to be your obstacles

I shiver, it’s getting colder
As if it’s a big sign from the whispers

The ground is beneath
The ceiling is trapping
Yes, to the door, my dear
Follow,
your feet will finally lead you here

Hero

Pushing his soul to its limit
Through fragments of bittersweet
Fly high and low to grab and reach
Stretching his arms towards the little glint
His heart is never troubled by heavy feelings
Distortions may wreck his fragile body
But his mind is the dictator that yells at him,
“Keep going!”
The end has never been this near
And his visions are not at all tiny
Minions in his brain have foreseen everything
The details necessary to achieve victory
And to pour his name into world’s history

He swore on his brother’s grave
That no matter how much he would bleed
How many verbal knifes would cause him eternal pain
How all those reckless mouths just can never have enough of torturing

He will rise
Rise and find the truth
The truth that will flood this world
And put an end to all evil

Everyone will recognize his playful grin
His melodic tone and stubborn being
One day they will sing his name on ceremonies
A hero who comes from no place near
An achiever who climbs from a polluted maze never visited